scottowels for the soul
Aug. 18th, 2006 09:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaMan, I woke up from a scrange dream. I was walking through New Haven, and I had a confrontation on a street corner with some weird old white dude. We were calling each other all kinds of rude shit, and I ended up pulling out some electric hair clippers and screaming at him that I'd shave his goddamn head.
After scaring the old coot away, I continued on to my intended destination--a CHURCH. I had a wet paper towel, and I had the idea that i was supposed to go in and perform some sort of rite with it--but I had no idea what. And of course, when I got inside, there was a freaking wedding going on. And there I was amongst a whole bunch of folks I didn't even know, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do with the wet paper towel.
After scaring the old coot away, I continued on to my intended destination--a CHURCH. I had a wet paper towel, and I had the idea that i was supposed to go in and perform some sort of rite with it--but I had no idea what. And of course, when I got inside, there was a freaking wedding going on. And there I was amongst a whole bunch of folks I didn't even know, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do with the wet paper towel.
